Wrestling Devon for Top
The doorbell rang at my Palm Springs home. It was early afternoon and the temperature in August was a scorching 105 degrees. I had donned my bright blue and silver Lucha Libre mask with my matching bright blue Speedo. I had matching blue wrist and knee bands. Size 13 bright blue and silver boots nearly completed my ensemble. I had also put on my black leather harness with bright blue highlights across the front. Unbeknownst to my handsome black masseur Devon, I had bought a similar black harness for him except it had red highlights.
Opening my front door, I looked up to see 6’4” Devon wearing the same black mask and hood he’d worn in our hotel encounter the preceding winter. My overly confident thoughts of pulling an upset in our wrestling match immediately vanished as I took in his massive body. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on Devon’s 240 pound frame. He was wearing a tight black Speedo and black boots. In one hand, he held his roller suitcase. In his other, he held a folded massage table at his side.
We had agreed to role play as Alphas, at least until after our wrestling match.
“Fucking jobber in pretty boi blue,” he sneered down at me, taking in my 6’1” and 185 pound leanly muscled frame.
“Yeah, that’d be me, the Alpha who made you his Bitch in that hotel room,” I replied, trying to project maximum cockiness. I had indeed seduced and topped Devon that day after massaging his ripped physique.
My eyes fell to the masseur’s big bulge. The outline of his 9” cut cock stood out as it pointed downward. Devon noticed my gaze, “Yeah, Bitch, that’s what’s waiting for your hole after I fuck you up in our match.”
“We’ll see,” I said, feeling a rush of blood to my 7” cut cock. I added, “C’mon in. Let’s get you settled and hydrated before I destroy you. It’s fucking hot out back.”
I showed the Ebony Hunk to one of the guest rooms in my recently remodeled mid-century home. I had stocked the nightstands on both sides of the queen bed with bottles of water. On the bed was the black leather harness with red highlights. “That’s for you to wear so I can hold you firmly from behind as I pound your hole” I explained.
Devon snorted but said, “Nice, but I see you’ve got one too. That’ll give me a good grip during ‘stakes.’”
I rolled my eyes and let him get settled, telling him to meet me in the backyard when he was ready.
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“Ok, I’m impressed jobber,” Devon said as he emerged wearing his black mask and hood, harness and Speedo from my sunroom double doors onto my patio. His creamy brown skin was smooth. The ridges of his six-pack abs were cut deep.
I smiled from inside my wrestling ring. I had invested a fair amount of time and money in building a backdoor ring. Canvass was stretched across a somewhat springy wood platform. Three ropes lined each side of the ring. It was complete with four metal ring posts, each of which had three turnbuckles. In short, I had constructed the real thing.
“Thought we might be grappling on a mat,” Devon added, “I didn’t expect a ring, but it’s all good. Gives me more options.”
I smirked and went into a double bi-flex, revealing my cropped dirty blonde pit hair. For effect I kissed the peaks of each 18” bicep. “Get your ass in here, Bitch,” I demanded.
“With pleasure,” Devon replied and advanced on the ring. He slid between the top and middle ropes and immediately flexed both of his 20” biceps as well, exposing his trimmed black armpit hair. His 50” pecs already glistened with a sheen of sweat. His dark black nipples appeared to be hard as rocks. My cock swelled at the sight of the muscle stud. I was already semi-hard. His eyes darted to the outline of my growing mushroom head.
“Can’t resist me, can you?” the black Dom taunted.
“Someone needs to adjust themselves,” I replied, seeing that Devon’s big member was beginning to harden in his black Speedo.
“I’ll adjust you first,” he said, as he raised his sculpted arms and moved towards me at center ring.
I raised my arms and offered to engage in a classic elbow and collar lock-up. We both grunted loudly as we clasped each other’s necks and arms. We twisted violently, left and right, trying to gain the early upper hand. Devon was so much stronger. I was already regretting my willingness to lock-up when he forced me to my knees.
Releasing his grip momentarily, the Black Dom spun his body quickly around mine. Before I could react, he had threaded his muscled arms through my pits in a Full Nelson, then yanked himself backwards, pulling my back onto his chest. His legs trapped my own.
“How’s that feel, Bitch?” he sneered as he held my body in place. I could feel the hardness of his sweaty 50” pecs on my back.
Suddenly, the Ebony Hunk twisted us and I found myself on my chest. His massive frame blanketed me as he maintained his Full Nelson. “Gonna take your hole, Jobber!” he exclaimed and began slowly dry humping my Speedo-covered crack. His thick member was more than half hard and pressed between my ass cheeks.
I could feel my cock rubbing against the canvass and growing fully erect.
Then Devon shifted gears again. He yanked up my head and upper torso as he moved into a crouching position, straddling my body. He forced my arms over the top of his huge quads and lodged them between his hamstrings and calves. I felt his big hands surround my throat as he pulled back, compressing my back in a CAMEL CLUTCH.
“Uuuuggghhh!” I groaned. He increased the pressure by squatting his big ass on the small of my back. “Want to submit, Bitch?” Devon said in cocky tone. I shook my head but was beginning to think I was nothing more than the sexy bodybuilder’s plaything. Then he released his grip on my throat, and I FACE PLANTED on the canvass. SPLAT!
As Devon rose, he grabbed my ankles and dragged my body several steps before twisting me onto my back. He looked even bigger from my vantage point as he loomed above me. The fat shaft of his hard cock pushed against the fabric of his black Speedo at a leftward diagonal angle.
“No fucking mercy for you!” he announced. He spread my legs, raised his right black boot and STOMPED my lower abs twice. BAM! “Aagghh!” BAM! “Aagghh!” Devon snickered as he placed his left black boot on my swollen package. He stepped fully onto my bulge GAS-PEDALING my balls with the full weight of his 240lbs body. “AAARRRGGGHHHH!” I screamed.
“Oh, I’m just beginning, Bitch,” he sneered, then stepped off my manhood and dropped my legs. A casual observer would have thought he was a nasty Alpha Heel about to squash his Beta Bitch.
I had a brief reprieve as he looked down at me. He reached inside his black Speedo and adjusted his hard cock so that it pointed diagonally to the right. Something deep inside me realized it was now or never. I summoned the energy to jump to my feet, then shot forward. My head crashed into Devon’s gut SPEARING my bigger opponent.
The Ebony Hunk stumbled backwards and fell on his ass. Landing on top of his chest, I quickly pinned his shoulders with my knees. I reached backwards, grabbed his shins and calves and rolled his body into a pretzel. Devon’s big ass pointed to the sky as my swollen bulge pressed into his chin. “Who’s the Bitch now?” I demanded.
Devon grunted in his contorted position. I left go of his right leg and reached backwards. My hand slid under a leg hole of his Speedo and into his crack. “Let’s check your oil!” I exclaimed as my first finger pressed inside his hole. “Nnnnggghhh!” he groaned. I inserted a second digit, turning his groans to moans. Could I make Devon my Bitch again? My swollen cock head pushed through my waistband. I could see my slit was moist with pre-cum.
My sexy Black Masseur shook his legs free from my grasp. Before I could grab both shins again to keep Devon rolled up, his ankles surrounded my throat. My head and body were thrown backwards. “What the?” I exclaimed.
Devon was suddenly straddling my chest and pushing his big package into my face. He grabbed the back of my head and yanked my face forward until both my nose and mouth were covered by his bulge, making me gasp for air. His musky scent was powerful and my 7” cut cock twitched as he dominated me.
The Ebony Hunk had other plans, however. He stood once more, yanking me to my feet after applying a tight SIDE HEAD LOCK. He cranked up the pressure around my neck and jerked my body right and left. Then he let go but grabbed my right wrist. Twirling 360 degrees, Devon WHIPPED me to the opposite corner where my back crashed into the top turnbuckle. CLANG! “Ugh!”
I stared out at Devon who crouched low at center ring then took off towards me. He suddenly leapt forward, aiming to spear my mid-section. Somehow, I sidestepped his human battering ram. CLANG! “Aaagghh!” Stunned, he struggled to his feet and turned around to face me.
I SHOVED him backwards against the turnbuckles. BANG! I draped his sculpted creamy brown arms over the top ropes on each side of the ring post. Then I spread his legs wide and hooked them over the middle ropes. “Fuck yes, Bitch,” I said, admiring my handiwork putting the muscle stud’s physique on display.
Holding onto the middle ropes on each side of the ring post, I SLAMMED my head into Devon’s abs three times in a row. WHAM! “OOF!” WHAM! “OOF!” WHAM! “OOF!”
I had softened up the Ebony Hunk. He looked a bit dazed and confused. I was determined to end our match with a reverse naked choke hold that would KO the bigger man. “You thought you had me, didn’t you? Well, you’re nothing but my Bitch now,” I taunted.
I unhooked his legs from the ropes then stood him up in the corner. Standing next to Devon, I wrapped my right arm around his neck. I sprung forward—rushing us both forward until I dropped to the mat and BULL-DOGGED Devon’s masked face into the canvass. BAM! “UUGGHH!!!”
I stood back as the Ebony Hunk, laying on his chest, twitched. “Get up!” I demanded. Slowly, he tried to rise onto all fours. I clasped and raised my arms then brought down my DOUBLE AXE HANDLE on his broad back—THUD!—sending the chiseled masseur on his chest back to the mat. BAM!
“BITCH, I SAID ‘GET UP’!”
I let him slowly get onto all fours. He appeared to be groggy. I was rock hard in my bright blue Speedo—aroused by the thought of defeating and unmasking the muscle stud—not to mention the pounding I planned to deliver afterwards.
As he began to rise, he placed his large hands on my quads. His right hand went to my waist. I had reduced my ripped masseur to a humiliating CRAWL OF SHAME. As I smirked above him, however, his left fist SLAMMED upwards into my balls. SQUISH! “UUUGGGHHH!!!” I dropped to my knees wincing and holding my nuts.
The Ebony Hunk rose and went behind me. I felt his arms surround my sides and squeeze. He lifted me off my feet in a tight REVERSE BEAR HUG. “Aaaaagggghhhhh!!!” I yelled in pain as he applied greater pressure. Soon I was gasping for air but he maintained the bear hug.
Finally, the muscled masseur released his vise-like grip. He spun me around and wrapped his arms around my mid-torso, once again lifting me and squeezing me tight, this time in a BELLY-TO-BELLY BEAR HUG. “Nnnnggghhh!” I groaned in his grasp. He shook me right and left. I felt my ribs being crushed. My air supply was nearly cut-off. My arms waved helplessly in the air.
“HOW’S THIS FEEL, JOBBER BITCH?” he hollered. He had regained his confident tone.
I was trying to hold out but realized it was hopeless. I was about to tap when the muscled masseur twisted my entire body upside down. My face pressed into his hard bulge forcing me to inhale his Alpha scent once more.
Suddenly, Devon dropped to his knees, PILE-DRIVING my head into the canvass. THUD!
I was seeing stars as my twitching body flopped around the canvas. I felt his big hands grab my neck and yank me upwards. He dragged me over the nearby ropes. Devon shoved me down onto the bottom rope then tied my arms into the top and middle ropes. I stared upwards at his massive frame. Sweat poured down his chest. His dark brown nipples were hard again.
“YOU WILL NOW SUBMIT TO ME!” he yelled. He came to the ropes and stepped over the middle one on each side of my face. His crotch pressed into my chin. His 9” cut cock strained against the front of his black Speedo.
Devon pulled his waistband downwards until his thick black cock sprung free. He hooked the waistband under his smooth balls. With my face scissored between his thighs, I could only stare upwards through my mask at his massive member. He tightened the scissors around my neck and pulled my face forward, covering my mouth with his big sweaty balls.
I realized there was no escape from my predicament. I could see his swollen mushroom head and shaft looming above my face. Devon spit on his cock and began stroking it. “Fuck, I’m gonna mark you with my load, Bitch,” he said as he jerked faster and faster. My own dick remained rock hard and, untouched, twitched in my blue Speedo. I couldn’t see my bulge but was sure a wet spot was forming around my cut head.
“Look at you, my Beta Bitch! So fucking helpless!” Devon exclaimed as he stared down at me. He kept stroking with his right hand as he raised his left arm and flexed his 20” bicep. He exposed his cropped black pit hair in his display of utter domination. His large brown nipples just below his harness were erect. “WHO AM I?” he demanded. “My…my Alpha…my Master Devon,” I said, staring upward with pleading eyes.
A few seconds later, he roared “DAMN RIGHT…YEAH…YEAH! FUCK YEAH!” as his cock exploded a fountain of cum upwards. The hot white load splattered on my blue Lucha LIbre mask and leather harness. His muscular body spasmed over me but he kept my head immobilized in his vice-like grip.
As he came down from his release, Devon pushed his softening cock downwards and used it to wipe the cum around my mask. Then he moved back slightly and shoved his big dick into my mouth. “Clean it up, Bitch!” he ordered.
I sucked on his manhood, tasting the creamy remnants of his big load. As in that hotel room in New York, his cum was almost sweet. As he buried all 9” in my throat, I could feel his cock recharging already.
He finally pulled out but continued to scissor my neck. He squeezed even harder, and I began to feel dizzy. Devon was looking down at me intently. It began to dawn on me that he intended to KO me in this position. A moment later, he confirmed it. “GO TO SLEEP BITCH!” he demanded then raised his arms and double bi-flexed above me. My sprawled legs kicked involuntarily.
I’m sure my masked face was turning various shades of purple as I watched his dominating pose above me. I groaned and, in a garbled voice, said “I…I give! I give!” He didn’t relent and just laughed until everything went black.
(To be continued.)
